#not because I’m a fan of Mr beast

[the-witchhunter]

A coworker said the sentence “Mr beast got kids into cryptocurrency” earlier when I was wondering who a cryptocurrency themed slime ways designed for

And without looking it up I believe it but don’t want to and I don’t want to look it up because I don’t want to believe it

[rs-hawk]

I submitted the idea for day two and I just wanted to say I loved it so much! I’m a huge fan of your work and really appreciate you indulging us with your talent ♥️

If you’re still taking B&B ideas, I love the idea of the Beast using the magic mirror and it always showing Belle. And he, frustrated by what he sees, shaking the mirror like a magic eight ball, but it allows for him to learn about her and fall for her.

But also… Beast having a hard time taking off Belle’s ball gown with his big claws, so she gives him a strip tease and leaves him high and dry as payback for ruining her other dresses.

Use whatever you like, or none at all 😊

Okay crying?? Thank you so much. I love getting to write and the fact that I get so much love is sometimes overwhelming. While I'm not making enough off my writing to live off of, the fact that I'm making anything is amazing to me. I appreciate it more than I can say that you enjoyed it enough to request another post. It's like that old meme "They like me. They really like me!". Lol. Anyway, Day Five 😭 ❤️

CW: this post contains graphic depictions and smut. This is intended for an 18+ audience. Knotting, excessive cum, talks of pregnancy, light pain and blood, etc

After the previous day’s encounter, Belle was too embarrassed to see Beast. She just wanted a small break. Her feelings about him were still so mixed up, and she was so sore that with every step she could still feel how he stretched her. It made her cheeks flush red every time she thought of it.

“Belle, the Master requests you for dinner,” Cogsworth announced outside of her door.

“I’m not hungry. I don’t feel very well,” she called out, curling up on her bed.

The clock did his best to encourage her to come out, but ultimately, he gave up. Just as her wardrobe did. Her pussy ached to feel the Beast again, but she knew that she could never go and ask him for that. Her head was still spinning from the day prior, especially the surprisingly tender kiss they shared. Absent mindedly, her fingers grazed her lips, still swollen and puffy from their shared kisses.

When Beast found out Belle wasn’t coming, his heart sank. Had he hurt her? Or did she not enjoy herself as much as he had thought? Growling to himself, he stalked back up to the West Wing. His claws curled around the mirror he held.

“Show me my girl. Show me Belle,” he asked of it.

The mirror obliged after a moment, showing Belle in her bed. Her fingers were on her lips, a small smile tugging at the corners. The sight made his heart skip a beat. Was she thinking about him? She laid in the bed, one hand slipping under her blanket. Was she touching herself? If she was, was she thinking about last night?

In annoyance, he shook the mirror. “Give me a better view!” he demanded of it, shaking it as if that would chance the angle he was shown.

Of course it didn’t, so in frustration, he tossed the mirror aside. Yet, after a moment, he picked it back up. He spent the rest of the night watching her, and from then on, every moment she wasn't with her, he was watching her. He saw the things that made her laugh so loud she snorted, and that made her just give a small half smile. He was obsessed with that mirror because he thought that that was the only way that he would ever be close to her again.

Eventually she was able to be around him again without feeling like she was reliving the feeling of his brutal pace once again. When Mrs. Potts set up a date for the two of them, she shyly agreed. The wardrobe helped her get dressed, but she knew the basics of how to take it off. It would just need to be slightly loosened. Just enough for her to be able to pull the cords from. The underclothes were easy enough to take off.

After the dance, she was happy to be close to him again, as he was with her. The mirror lay forgotten in his room. He only had eyes for the gorgeous woman standing in front of him, her gloved hands caressing his arms, his fur.

"Do you want to come back to my room?" Belle asked in a soft voice, knowing that the wardrobe would scamper off at the sight of the Beast, leaving the two of them alone.

A low groan left his throat as he nodded, "Yes."

The two of them practically sprinted to her room, him scooping her up in his arms when they got close. Just as Belle predicted, the wardrobe ran off out of her room as Beast came in. With a gentleness that made Belle's heart soften even more, he set her on the bed. His claws immediately were on her gown, trying to undo the intricate lacework of the corset top.

After a few moments, he huffed in frustration. "Why do these things have to be so difficult?"

He raised up a paw, clearly to just rip the dress off of her, but she jumped up. "No! It's gorgeous. I can take it off myself."

Beast relented, feeling bad for upsetting Belle again. He hadn't thought of how she would feel getting a gown that was so high quality, and then him immediately wanting to destroy it. "Alright."

Belle smiled. As she slipped off her gloves, tossing them onto the bed besides Beast, she thought about how the last time they were alone together, he had ripped her dress. Her favorite dress. Maybe she could show Beast how it would feel to no longer have something you enjoyed.

A mischievous idea formed in her head as she slowly began to undo the dress in the back. Maybe she could get back at him, teasing him just a bit. Sure tomorrow she might feel a little guilty and give herself to him, but for tonight, she wanted to be at least somewhat in control.

Beast's hungry eyes followed every movement of her body. The way she slightly jutted out one hip as she was unlacing the corset. The way her hands ran down her waist after she dropped the gown to the floor. When she had gotten the hoop and underskirt off, leaving her in little more than a glorified ruffled one piece, she made her way over to him.

His mouth was watering as she closer to him, dropping the remainder of her clothes to the floor. The air between them was almost thick enough to taste. However, when he reached for her, she stepped back.

"What are you doing?" he asked in an almost hoarse voice.

Almost coyly, she smiled, leaning over to grab a simple nightgown that she had set out before she left. Slipping it on, she smoothed it out, hiding what the Beast considered the glorious sight of her body. "I'm getting ready for bed. I did enjoy seeing you like this tonight though. Maybe we should have breakfast together."

Stunned, frustrated, and a little confused, he started to protest as Belle led him out of a room, but she shut the door in his face, silencing any further protests. At least he had the mirror to watch her as he touched himself. Maybe she would touch herself for him too. At least then he would get something out of tonight.

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[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

My Morph primer

Since X-Men 97 is drawing in a lot of new fans with varied levels of experience with the original animated series or the comics, I figured I could give a write-up of who Morph is, where they come from, and why you don’t see them in any of the movies or other media.  This is also an excuse for me to write about an obsessive fave, seriously, they are all over my blog. I'm not necessarily an "authority," but I've watched TAS and read the comics, which are the basis for this write-up.

Who is Morph?

"Wolverine! Fall back!"

Morph is a shapeshifting mutant who was added to the X-Men team in the original X-Men: The Animated Series as a redshirt/sacrificial lamb, to be killed off For Real in order to show that the stakes are really high.  Originally it was actually going to be Thunderbird, a short-lived X-Man who died in the comics just a few issues after he was introduced, and has remained dead for decades.  But creators realized that killing off the only Native American character on a mostly white team was a bad look, and went with Morph instead.  Morph proved surprisingly popular with (mostly child) viewers, and was brought back in the 2nd season as a result.  Morph in TAS was originally presented as male using male pronouns, but I’m gonna use they/them for the character since they are nonbinary in X-Men 97.

(Btw, even Morph's TAS costume shows their redshirt nature, as they are basically wearing a variant of the standard X-Men uniform that different groups have worn, with the Original Five (Angel, Jean, Cyclops, Beast and Iceman) and the New Mutants all wearing something similar. There was a time in the 90's when all the X-Men were wearing this uniform to try to give them a team look, but thankfully that didn't last, the individualized looks are much better. Morph's amazing disappearing reappearing jacket are the only personalized touch in their uniform, and I hope X-Men 97 gives them a costume upgrade after everyone gets used to the new look.)

Morph doesn’t appear in many episodes of TAS, but here are the definitive ones:

Season 1:

Night of the Sentinels Parts 1 and 2: Morph seems to be an established part of the team, a wise-cracking shapeshifter who is so naively overconfident about their mission that they’ve practically got a target painted on their back.  When the mission goes wrong, Morph pushes Wolverine out of the way of Sentinel lasers, and gets blasted all to hell.  Morph’s supposed death (which was meant at the time to be a real death) is sensed by both Jean and Xavier.  Cyclops orders a retreat because the team is getting their asses kicked, abandoning both the (dead) Morph and (alive but injured) Beast, who spends the rest of the season in jail.  Morph is quickly forgotten as a character, BUT the impact of their death is felt throughout the season.  We get Wolverine yelling “This one’s for you, Morph!” while slicing up a Sentinel, and Cyclops in the finale insisting, “I’m not leaving anyone behind!  Not this time!” 

Season 2:

Till Death Do Us Part, Parts 1 and 2: Morph returns as a villain, but a sympathetic, brainwashed villain under the control of season Big Bad Mr. Sinister.  Sinister is an evil scientist who likes to fuck around with mutant genetics and is especially obsessed with getting Scott and Jean to fuck, because their child will supposedly be an extremely genetically superior mutant.  After Morph’s “death,” they were taken by Sinister, who revived them and implanted a control device into Morph’s brain that he uses to literally torture Morph into compliance.  Morph seems to have a kind of split personality, which Sinister exacerbates and encourages, shifting between a haggard-looking Evil Morph who wants revenge on the X-Men for abandoning them and cracks jokes while attacking the team, and a normal-looking Good Morph, who doesn’t want to hurt their friends, and is generally scared and confused and having a Bad Time.  If you are wondering about Morph turning into that version of themselves with dark circles around their eyes in X-Men 97 “Fire Made Flesh,” it was a reference back to this:

Evil Morph lookin' reeeeeaal creepy.

Morph uses their shape-shifting trickery to fake marry Scott and Jean (as the priest), impersonate Xavier and turn the team against each other, until Wolverine identifies them by scent.  The team then chases Morph to Sinister’s lair, where he’s captured a honey-mooning Scott and Jean.  Morph has been struggling with the brainwashing the entire time, and breaks free long enough to attack Sinister, then runs off away from everyone. 

Whatever It Takes: Wolverine, who has declared the Morph is “the only one who could ever make him laugh,” chases Morph down to Brazil in an attempt to drag them back to the team.  Morph, still fighting their dark side and flipping back and forth between the two personalities, taunts Wolverine in Jean’s form, fights him, and eventually gains enough control to tell Logan to back off. (“I have to get through this by myself!”) 

Fighting your friend in an abandoned mine shaft, a totally normal thing to do.

Wolverine reluctantly lets them go.  This the B-plot, the main plot of the episode features Storm and Rogue confronting the Shadow King in Africa, and is also really good.

Reunion Parts 1 and 2: Morph leaves a message for Wolverine stating that he wants to return to the team, in what seems like an obvious set-up for a trap.  Wolverine, Jean and Cyclops go to retrieve them, and find that yes, it is a trap.  Morph attmpts to warn the group to leave, but they are jumped by Sinister and the Nasty Boys, and the fight ends with Jean being taken, and Morph (still struggling against Sinister’s control), going semi-willingly.  The whole team winds up at Sinister’s base in the Savage Land and there are a lot of good character moments, like Gambit telling Rogue he loves her.  Morph spends the whole time still fighting against the brainwashing, but throws it off completely at the end (with Xavier’s help) and turns on Sinister, helping Scott and Jean defeat him.  Morph is then Put on a Bus to Muir Island so that the writers wouldn’t have to deal with the character but could hold them in reserve to use later.  Xavier comments that he can remove Sinister’s mind-control chip from Morph’s brain, but that “removing the psychic damage will take longer.”  So the answer to “Where’s Morph?” in later seasons will always be “Recovering on Muir Island, probably hanging out with Moira and Banshee.”

If you are a Morph fan, Season 2 is THE Morph season, they get a great character arc that fleshes them out, and establishes their close relationship with Wolverine.  I’m glad they didn’t toss out Morph in X-Men 97, both because I like the character, and because Morph’s entire arc in Season 2 was about their struggle to come back to the team, and constantly reaffirms that Morph is one of them, and that they belong with the X-Men.  Also, I know Tumblr love an angsty, suffering blorbo, and good God does Morph suffer in Season 2. 

(Someone is having a Bad Time).

Season 4:

Courage:  After getting only a couple of non-speaking background cameos in Season 3, this is Morph’s comeback episode in Season 4.  Morph believes that they are fully recovered and ready to rejoin the X-Men, while both Moira and Xavier seem to think they are not ready, and warn them to slow down a little.  Morph tries to jump back into their old role, makes jokes, and goes on a mission with Wolverine, but is clearly still dealing with PTSD and completely freezes up when Sentinels attack the mansion and kidnap Xavier.  Morph is left at the mansion while the X-Men go to rescue Xavier, but follows them anyway, and manages to play an instrumental role in stopping the Sentinels and saving Xavier.  Despite this, Morph decides that they are not ready to return and cannot be relied upon in battle (because the writers didn’t want to deal with using the character on the team), and goes back to Muir Island.  It’s a standard “character fucks up at the start of the episode but saves the day in the end” superhero cartoon story, and I was a little disappointed that the episode focused entirely on Morph’s “near death trauma” from the Sentinels and not the much worse “brainwashed and tortured by Sinister to the point of developing a second personality” issue.  The closest we get to addressing that is Morph pointedly walking up to Cyclops with “Scott…been a long time….” which sounds like a way of saying “We’re cool now, bro, I promise I won’t try to kill you.”  Still, we get some great Morph and Wolverine moments, and Morph kicks a lot of ass at the end.  After Morph spends most of the series either dead or suffering, I don’t mind an episode where they get to kick ass. This episode also establishes that Morph was suffering from serious nightmares for awhile, so consider that a canon excuse to put that in your angsty fanfic.

(Morph also gets a non-speaking cameo in Beyond Good and Evil Part 1, sitting next to Jubilee at Scott and Jean’s second wedding.  I think it’s sweet that they were invited, but can also imagine Scott putting them in the front row just to ensure that there are no more “fake priest” shenanigans.  “Let’s put Morph where I can see him….just in case.”)

Season 5:

Graduation Day: After Xavier is attacked, Morph returns to help calm mutants world-wide by impersonating Xavier and making a public call for peace.  Morph doesn’t do much in the episode, but they get an individualized goodbye from Xavier while he is addressing the team one by one, and it is clear at the end that Morph is officially back with the team.  In other words, the writers could give Morph a happy ending of coming back since the show was ending and they didn’t have to deal with it going forward.  Thankfully, the X-Men 97 writers were happy to pick up that ball and continue running with it, and I love what they’ve done with Morph so far!

Were there shippy vibes between Morph and Wolverine in the original series?

I dunno friend, watch “Whatever it Takes,” and “Courage,” and you tell me.  Morph shifting into Jean to taunt Wolverine definitely gives me vibes of “There’s something going on there.”

Is Morph in the comics?

(Note – I’m using he/him for all comics versions of Morph because those versions all apparently ID as male.)

The answer is yes, sort of.

Changeling:

Morph was loosely based on an obscure, long dead shape-shifting mutant from the X-Men’s original 60’s run.  Changeling was a villain with a tacky costume who acted very much like a standard 60’s comic book villain, associated with a terrorist group called Factor Three. Look at this fucking dude:

  At the end of the Factor Three arc, it turns out that Factor Three’s leader, Mutant Master, is an alien who wants to destroy ALL life on Earth to make way for his own people, and the mutants in the group turn on him and help the X-Men. Changeling is the first one to question Mutant Master’s motives, and that’s probably the only interesting thing he does in the whole story.  Several issues later, Xavier supposedly dies while helping defeat a villain named Grotesk and save the world.  This story is retconned near the end of the run, when Xavier is revealed to be alive, and explains that the dead “Xavier” was actually Changeling.  Changeling had discovered that he was terminally ill, and came to Xavier seeking redemption.  Xavier asked Changeling to temporarily take his place as Xavier while he shut himself up in the basement to prepare to stop an alien invasion (and no, the X-Men were not informed of this, besides Jean, and yes, that is really fucked up).  So Changeling became a reformed villain and honorary X-Man who went out in a heroic sacrifice, and was almost never mentioned again.  (Even now Changeling appears to still be dead in the comics, even though the current storyline has allowed ALL the dead mutants to come back.  Even Thunderbird is back.)

Changeling was greatly reworked to become Morph, totally changing his personality and origins.  The only similarities are the shapeshifting powers and physical appearance.  You can see how this guy:

Became this not-actually-a-guy:

Or even this version:

X-Men 97 Morph got a real glow-up to their human form.

Of course, they also share the trait of being a sacrificial lamb plot device, and X-Men TAS creators were originally going to call the character “Changeling,” but changed the name to Morph because DC’s Beast Boy was called Changeling at the time.

Age of Apocalypse Morph:

In the 90’s, there was a cross-over event over all the X-Books called the Age of Apocalypse, in which a time-traveller (Xavier’s son Legion, long story) murdered Xavier in the past before Xavier formed the X-Men, and created a dystopian alternate reality in which Apocalypse had taken over and Magneto led the X-Men.  This was a kind of what-if event that let writers have fun with switching up character relationships, turning good guys bad and bad guys good, and of course, killing a lot of characters off.  The event only lasted about four issues before it was all undone and we returned to the main Marvel universe, so they could really go wild.  In the AoA book Astonishing X-Men, Magneto’s team includes a character called Morph, a versatile shapeshifter with a pasty white made-of-clay look, and a jovial, upbeat personality that is clearly based on TAS Morph.  (This change to character design is where X-Men 97 Morph’s white, featureless appearance comes from).

Just a silly little guy!

AoA Morph is also stated in the book to have been formerly Changeling, before undergoing a name-change and attitude adjustment, making him an AU variant.  He explains to Sunfire at one point that he never takes anything seriously because fuck it, he’s probably gonna die anyway, he may as well die with a smile on his face.  AoA Morph is pretty cool, he does great shapeshifting tricks, and has some depth and heart beneath the obnoxious jokes.

Exiles Morph:

After Age of Apocalypse, the fan-favorite character Blink (like Morph, another alternate version of a short-lived character in the main comics timeline) gets pulled out of the AoA timeline and placed on a team of time-displaced X-Men.  This team, all coming from alternate realities and including some other minor neglected characters (like versions of Thunderbird and Mimic), is tasked with hopping through realities, putting things right that once went wrong, and hoping each time that the next leap will be their leap home.  The team also includes a version of Morph, who is so similar to AoA Morph that Blink mistakes him initially for her old teammate.  This is another AU variant of Changeling who was never Changeling, but instead was recruited into the New Mutants (a bit of an age retcon for the character, as 60’s Changeling seemed much older, while Exiles Morph is clearly much younger.)  Exiles Morph was a popular hero in his reality, served as both an X-Man and an Avenger, and is an incredibly powerful shapeshifter.  He also winds up being a long-running mainstay of the Exiles team, so this is really the book to read for Morph content.  Exiles also fleshes out the character’s past, stating that he was born as a shapeshifting blob with X-gene already activated, and only assumed a human appearance to fit in with peers.  He also lost his mother to cancer at an early age, and his obnoxious jokey personality was partially a reaction to that, an attempt to both cheer up and get some attention from his grieving father.  Exiles Morph is a great character, my only complaint is that he is a bit of a sex pest, constantly making “jokes” that border on sexual harassment of his female teammates.  I don’t think he’s meant to actually be a creep, he never actually does anything, and when the teammate he has a crush on reveals that she is a lesbian, he steps back and acts as a supportive friend.  I think Exiles Morph just suffers from late 90’s early 2000 writing where the funny jokey character has to be all “LOL, Boobies!” all the time, just so we know he’s straight.  (Funny, given how not-straight X-Men 97 Morph seems to be.)

The Other Morph: Benjamin Deeds:

Brian Michael Bendis, in his Uncanny X-Men run, introduced a new character named Benjamin Deeds who could shapeshift, and looked suspiciously similar to a teenage version of Changeling/TAS Morph.  His personality was different, though (more of a sulky teen trying to deal with being a mutant than a funny guy), and the nature of his powers is different.  Benjamin has what is described as “chameleon-like” shapeshifting, taking on the physical characteristics of people when he gets close to them rather than fully shifting forms.  He also exudes a chemical that makes people automatically like and trust him.  Emma suggests the codename “Morph,” and although Benjamin doesn’t like it, it becomes his official codename going forward.  I don’t think Ben actually has any real connection to Changeling or TAS Morph, he seems more like a legacy character or winking homage, like Pyro II (Simon Lasker, who inexplicably has the same powers and looks almost exactly like original Pyro, St. John Alledyce).  He’s fun character and a cute lil’ guy, though.

There are people who call TAS Morph an “original character” completely invented for the cartoon, and I don’t think they’re entirely wrong.  Morph is VERY different from Changeling,  But to me, it makes the most sense to consider TAS Morph another AU variant of Changeling, given all the influence back and forth between the comics and the cartoon.  Morph was based on Changeling, and Morph’s popularity led to AU versions of Changeling in the comics with TAS Morph’s personality literally named “Morph,” and now X-Men 97 Morph has been redesigned to match AoA/Exiles Morph’s appearance.  They are variations of the same person.  And it’s not exactly the first time that a comics character has been drastically reworked in an adaptation – I’m looking at you, First Class Mystique and Evolution’s “Lance Alvers.”  I wonder if people would still be calling Morph an “original character” if they’d kept the name “Changeling,” since keeping the name seems to be all it takes at times.  Still, TAS Morph is kind of right on the border between OC and “adapted from the comics,” and even I tend to include them in groups of “created for the cartoon” characters like Firestar, Spyke and X-23.

Why is Morph tagged as “Kevin Sydney/Sidney”?

Because that is the character’s name, more or less.  TAS Morph didn’t have a “real name” in 92, because Changeling didn’t (similarly, Rogue also didn’t have a real name because the character hadn’t been given one in the comics.)  In Age of Apocalypse, characters called Morph “Sydney” or “Syd,” and Morph even referred to himself that way in a thought-balloons, but the Exiles writer apparently decided, “Nah, it’s a last name,” and officially named Morph “Kevin Sydney.”  The name stuck, and the 2004 Marvel “Book of the Dead” gave Changeling that name in the entry on him.  Morph’s name has never been given in the cartoon, but it’s probably safe to assume that their official “human name” is Kevin Sydney, just like TAS Rogue is probably Anna Marie (her official name in the comics.)  Interestingly, even in Exiles, the book where the name originated, Morph always goes by “Morph” and never “Kevin.”  Maybe Home Alone ruined the name for him.  I tend to use the Kevin Sydney tags on Tumblr and A03 to differentiate from other uses of the “morph” tag.  In particular, Tumblr has a lot of body modification fetish posts tagged as “morph,” and no offense to the fetishists, you all keep doing what you are doing, but that’s not the content I’m looking for.  I’m sure the fetish people are probably a bit annoyed at their own tag filling up with an X-Men character, but hey, it’s their name. 

How old is Morph?  How long were they with the team and when did they join?  Is the featureless white face their “real form”?  What’s their history with Wolverine?

I don’t have answers here because we don’t know.  There’s a lot we don’t know about TAS Morph, and the origins of their comics counterparts don’t really translate well into cartoon continuity.  Like I can’t imagine TAS Morph ever having been a willing member of Factor Three. 

Personally, I tend to assume that Morph was with the team for awhile before their “death,” given that they have an established “old friend” relationship with Wolverine and know the team extremely well.  I also tend to assume that TAS Morph is a similar age to the other young adults on the team like Scott and Jean.  They sometimes look older in the original series, because they were based on Changeling (who also looks older), but the voice acting and general personality of the character seem younger, plus Wolverine calls them “kid”a couple of times.  And it seems like their “human form” may not be their “real face” anyway, given that they’ve now defaulted to the white blank-face look.  The white blank-face look IS the real form for Exiles (and presumably AoA) Morph, so the same is probably true for TAS Morph and Changeling.  But this is all just my own headcanon and speculation, based on what I’ve seen in the original cartoon and the comics.  You are all free to come up with your own headcanons fleshing out the character, I’ve already seen great stuff in fanfic out there!

Edit: Actually, I thought of a bit more:

How does Morph shift their clothing? Does Morph even wear clothes? How can they create accessories like Psylocke's swords?

Honestly, I dunno, this is Rule of Cool and Morph as a vehicle for character cameos in affect here. I will say that, in the comics, many characters with shapeshifter-type powers, like Wolfsbane, wear costumes made of unstable molecules that shift with their bodies, the same may be true of Morph. Exiles Morph, when commenting on his female teammates' skimpy costumes, at one point jokes that he "wears even less," so he may just be literally making clothing out of his own body. Although I would think that would get cold, or painful with no protection against the elements.

I assume that Morph does form accessories like Psylocke's swords out of their own body, which also presumably means they can't drop them. I wonder if it would hurt Morph if one of the swords broke? Exile Morph regularly turns his own body into accessories that he can hold (but not separate from his form), so presumably X-Men 97 Morph is doing the same. This is a step-up from TAS Morph, who never did that. Exiles Morph seems to be able to turn their body into whatever they want.

Does Morph copy the powers of other mutants?

Morph seems to be able to mimic only the physical-based powers of other mutants, under the shapeshifter logic of changing their body to give themselves larger muscles, claws, etc. So Angel's wings, but not Cyclops' eye beams. Nightcrawler's tail but not teleportation. In X-Men 97, Morph takes a couple of shots from X-Cutioner after shifting into Colossus, so apparently they can do the whole metal skin thing. But in TAS, when Morph turns into Wolverine, their claws are not adamantium and Wolverine easily slices through them.

I would add that Exiles Morph is also extremely durable, and can literally be ripped to pieces and shapeshift himself back together. This doesn't seem to be the case of "died from Sentinel lasers" TAS Morph, but maybe they just aren't there with their power levels yet. Exiles Morph IS especially susceptible to burns or laser blasts, and almost dies when Hyperion hits him with a beam at close range.

That’s it, hopefully this is helpful for people completely new to the character who got into X-Men 97.  Mostly I just love writing about Morph.  I encourage you to go back and watch the original series, or at least the Morph episodes.  It’s a good show, if a bit 90’s corny, and will let you fully appreciate X-Men 97 (which has been, so far, an absolute banger of a series).  Presumably we’ll see more character development of Morph as the show continues, which will maybe answer some of these questions.

[bodhrancomedy]

This was part 1 of my Mr Beast criticism and boy, his fans cannot accept that the man could have possibly fucked up.

The amount of eugenicists in my comments calling blindness and D/deafness diseases and flaws are astounding.

They’re not willing to engage at all “because he gives so much to charity”.

I’m from the UK. I don’t think I should have to explain any further than “the guy who gave the most to charity ever in Britain was one of the most prolific abusers we’ve ever uncovered and that was his cover and how he got away with his crimes being an open secret” so I’m naturally suspicious when someone makes a big deal of their charity work.

I’m sure Mr Beast isn’t doing anything that heinous, but it’s still enough to make me side-eye the refusal to critique the way he goes about it.

[novankenn]

Son of the Serpent (9)

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Jaune sat on his bed, still in his nightclothes, actually laughing as he played with the Vacuo Death Viper without a care in the world. Which of course made his team very apprehensive. Each one waiting for the moment when the vile creature would attack their team leader.

"Guts, there is nothing to worry about."

"Says you." Nora responded, a desk chair clasped in her hands, ready to be used as a makeshift hammer.

"Jaune could you please?" Pyrrha whimpered. The invincible girl not being a fan of snakes, or for that matter spiders, rats or mice.

"You want to hold her?" Jaune asked, a warm smile on his lips as he held the deadly creature out towards his friends.

"I'll pass." Ren replied, "You said your mother is here? I take it because of the... snake?"

"Yes. This one is usually perched about her neck. It was her first tattoo, much like how the Valean Pit-Viper tattoo about my neck and shoulders was mine."

To accentuate the point, Jaune smiled and suddenly from around the collar of his t-shirt the scaled head of another serpent appeared. It slithered out from under his shirt and coiled about his shoulders, even going so far as to affectionately nuzzle Jaune's cheek.

The Death Viper, not to be out done, scaled Jaune's extended arms, and faced off against the Pit-Viper. The pair of serpents rose, their eyes starting at each other. Their forked tongues flicking in and out of their mouths, tasting the air.

Ren, Nora, and Pyrrha gasped and froze as the pair of venomous snakes both opened their mouths, exposing gleaming fangs.

"Are you guys tired?" Jaune asked as the pair of snakes, "That was a couple of big yawns there."

"Yawns?" his trio of teammates asked, utterly stunned, as Jaune lifted both serpents casually from around his neck and laid them on the bed.

The Pit-Viper coiled tightly upon itself, with the slightly larger Death Viper coiling around it, ending by laying its head over the neck of the smaller... if his friends didn't know better... it looked almost as if the pair of vile beasts were cuddling.

But before anyone could make a comment, there was a series of knocks upon the door. The slightly unnerved trio of Jaune's teammates stepped away from the door, just enough for Pyrrha to answer it.

“Oh, Professor Goodwitch, and?” Pyrrha eyed the woman standing next to the Deputy Headmistress. She had an air of authority much like Goodwitch had, but unlike the Professor’s aura... this woman’s was more sinister.

“Mom.” Jaune greeted the woman, who eyed up Pyrrha for a moment before stepping past and into the room… uninvited.

“Jaune.”

“Mom?” Nora asked, looking at Ren, “I thought she’d be blond?”

“So did I.” Pyrrha added.

“Well, Mrs Arc I have escorted you to your son, I shall take my…”

“I require access to a room with a sparing circle.” Benisato commented out loud. “Is there such a place available?”

“Mom?”

“Jaune, you ran from home. Your sisters were in tears. Your father was a nervous wreck…”

“You don’t und…”

SMACK!

“Do NOT tell me I don’t understand! Your father and I did not suffer all that horror in the frontier so you could be a stupid little shit and go and get yourself killed because you wanted to be a HERO!” Benisato screamed at the top of her lungs, tears forming in her eyes. “We thought we lost you! No calls, no messages! We thought you died!”

“But…”

“There is no BUT Jaune!” she continued to scream at her son, all the frustration, fear, and anger of the last several months bursting forth. “Your stupidity nearly tore your family apart!”

“I’m sorry…” Jaune responded, still holding the cheek his mother had struck with the palm of her hand. 

“Don’t…” Benisato grabbed out and hauled her taller son into a tight, almost crushing embrace. “Don't ever scare me like that again… you’re too precious to me.”

[pastelwitchling]

Michael's too gorgeous, and it's a problem for Alex.

***

              Alex was trying not to ogle.

              He wasn’t a lovestruck teenager, and this extra need in his gut, burning through every inch of his body, really shouldn’t have been there. So Michael was working in their backyard-turned-garden. So he was planting some sunflowers.

              So he was shirtless in the scorching sun, sweat rolling down his muscled, hairy chest and abs, his jeans slung low on his hips and his arms bulging as he dug his spade into the dirt, his work at odds with the gentle hands that carefully patted the dirt around each individual sunflower. So what?

              He was turning into one of the housewives that loved visiting the junkyard. Alex knew it was silly to be jealous of any of them, but he was stuck in air-conditioned rooms with high-tech all day while Michael had the freedom to both work with Deep Sky and occasionally help Walt out. Alex, on the other hand, was stuck dismantling dark organizations and decrypting complicated lines of codes to reveal alien technology and coordinates. It was fine, Alex supposed.

              What he would’ve loved though was to be able to hang out at the junkyard when he felt like it and warn the oglers away.

              He wasn’t like those creepers though, he reminded himself. Michael was his husband. It wasn’t creepy to admire your husband.

              “What’s that face?”

              Alex blinked, and realized Michael had stopped working to stare back at him, his hand shading his eyes, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. Alex was lying across the loveseat beside their patio door, a forgotten book in hand and a glass of Michael’s special lemonade on the wicker table at his side, but Michael looked at him as though he was ready to press his body against Alex’s own and completely stain the pristine cushions.

              Alex wasn’t opposed to it, but he did have some integrity. He returned to his book, acting as though he’d been reading this whole time.

              “What face?”

              Michael set his spade down among the dirt, wiping his brow with his forearm, every inch of him a hairy beast that Alex was dying to feel. But he knew Michael’s smug smirk too well, and if he gave in to his desire now, he would never hear the end of it.

              “That face,” Michael huffed, coming to a stop in front of Alex, and tilted his head. “Is the lemonade too sour?”

              “Nope,” Alex said, eyes trained on his pages. “It’s perfect.”

              Michael hummed. “Then why do you look like you do whenever I tell you Mrs. Lloyd visited the junkyard?” At the mere mention of Michael’s biggest fan, Alex must’ve made the face again because Michael cackled, nudging Alex’s knees with his hips to sit on the edge of the couch, an arm slung around Alex’s legs. He kissed Alex’s knee, his hand rubbing soothing circles into his right thigh even as his eyes darkened mischievously.

              “Like what you see?”

              “Always,” Alex said immediately, insulted that Michael would doubt it for a second. His husband briefly looked stunned before his smile softened, and he pressed another kiss further down Alex’s thigh. Alex clenched his jaw and tried to bury his face in his book so that Michael wouldn’t see him blushing.

              Wow, he really was a lovestruck teenager.

              “You doin’ okay, baby?” Michael said in a low voice, and Alex might’ve believed he was being sincere if not for the barely-contained laughter in his voice.

              “I’m fine.”

              “Busy reading?”

              “So busy. Too busy to speak to you, in fact.” Then, because he was craving more fantasy fuel, “You should go finish your gardening.”

              “So you can keep reading.”

              “Yep.”

              “Upside down?”

              Alex blinked, his face burning hotter as he realized Michael was right. He was now holding his paperback upside down. Pressing his lips together, he slowly lowered the book and tried to ignore Michael’s look of utter joy.

              Setting the story aside, he sat up with as much dignity as he could, shoulders straight, and said, “Shut up.”

              Michael laughed harder, taking Alex’s face in his hands and smushing their faces together. Alex tried to act annoyed, even as his heart hammered at the feel of Michael’s stubble against his own jaw, Michael’s hands holding him tightly as though unwilling to ever let him go, Michael’s sweat – his scent – all over Alex.

              “Okay, okay,” Alex swatted him away, unable to meet his eyes, a feeble attempt to hide his red face. “So I’m in love with my own husband, shocker.”

              Michael’s smile was brighter than the midday summer sunlight. “I love my husband more,” he said, brushing their noses together before he took Alex’s lower lip between his teeth and planted a kiss on Alex’s cheek.

              He was about to pull away when Alex’s pride shattered and he reached an arm up, catching Michael around the waist and pulling him back down.

              “Not yet.” His command came out breathier than he’d intended, but he didn’t care. He tried to think of something witty to say, flirty, intelligent, but all he could do was urge, “Not yet.”

              Michael seemed to hear everything Alex wasn’t saying, just as he’d always been able to, and he put a knee between Alex’s legs, his smile sharpening. Alex was supposed to be a genius, but with Michael, he always felt one step behind. Always wherever Michael wanted him.

              He was weirdly thrilled about that. Probably because no matter what direction he was being pulled, he trusted Michael to keep him safe.

              Michael cupped his cheek, his calloused palm falling to cup Alex’s neck, tugging at the hair at his nape.

              “Not yet,” he agreed in that low, gravelly voice that sent shivers down Alex’s spine. Then his hands fell to the hem of Alex’s shirt. “But I want to stare too.”

***

Happy Malex Monday ❤️

[sirsugarmeat]

I’ve seen a lot of people be like, “oh how did people NOT know that Mr. Beast isn’t a good person?? Isn’t it obvious once you watch any one of his videos?”

And, like, yeah. I think to most sentient adults it was clear that this was prime fake-charitable philanthrocapitalism. But I think a majority of us who are celebrating this wave of Anti-MrBeast content are just happy that someone from the inside came forward with more tangible stories and proof that he’s actually abhorrent that even people who didn’t think he was bad before can’t ignore.

I think a majority of sentient adults, before this whole thing, saw a Mr Beast video once or at least heard of him and said, “I vaguely know what he’s up to; he reeks of finance bro. I don’t like him, but all I can do is not watch his content” because to Mr Beast fans there was nothing you could definitively say that would “prove” that he was a bad person.

But now there is, and it’s sparked a movement of people trying to expose more of his shitty practices, and I’m just grateful that those people can finally be heard now instead of immediately dismissed because Mr Beast “donates to charity”.

[nightghoul381]

Clavis 3rd Anniversary Event

A Beast's Dream Realized by Beauty

Chapter 2

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Prince. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

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Clavis: “I’m a man who has made all my dreams come true—but there are still many dreams that haven’t come true.”

Clavis reveals this in distress while he holds me in the bathtub.

Emma: “Anything in particular…?”

(With such a mysterious expression on his face, it must be a serious dream.)

When I turn my head and look into his charm-filled golden eyes,

For some reason, the corners of Clavis’s mouth lifted.

Clavis: “First, I want to take care of you in the bath. I want to wash your hair, wash your body, and polish it with my hands.”

(…..huh?)

Clavis: “That’s not all, right? I want to have a skilled artist paint a portrait of you to hang in my room.” 6962

Clavis: “Of course, several all over the walls. I’ll do my official duties with every Emma staring at me… Haha, very good indeed.”

(Huuuh…?)

Clavis: “Also, I want to change our goodnight exchange.”

Clavis: “Right now it’s simply ‘good night’, but I would like ‘I love you’ to be our nightly exchange.”

(…….)

Clavis: “I also dream of traveling the world, you know?  Want to go to every land with you and make love with you.”

(Wow, that’s a lot of dreams.)

(I was at a loss worrying!)

As if my emotions were clear on my face, Clavis laughed and kissed me on the cheek.

Clavis: “I’d love to make these dreams come true, but it’s quite difficult.”

Clavis: “After all, my fiancée is Miss grumpy. Lately I’ve been more Mr. Loveydovey…”

Clavis: “By the way, what’s wrong? Your face is very red.”

Emma: “It’s because I’m in the bath!”

(Clavis…I think you may love me too much.)

It’s not egotistical or anything, but such direct bold affection is quickly accepted.

Emma: “Is this a dream, right now…”

Clavis: “Yes, a dream. And I am a man who always makes his dreams come true.”

Clavis: “First, I need to look over you in the bath—”

Emma: “That’s no good, absolutely no good!”

(I’m going to die of embarrassment…)

Clavis: “Hmmm… So shall we start with the portraits?”

Emma: “……”

Clavis: “You look at me like you think I can’t do it, but my dream can only come true if I can get you to want to do it.”

Haah… a strangely sexy breath grazes the back of my ear, and my body’s reaction caused the water to splash.

Emma: “Hey… I told you not to touch weird places!”

Clavis: “I didn’t touch it.”

Emma: “And no breathing.”

Clavis: “You want me to stop breathing? Haha, you wouldn’t say that, would you?”

Emma: “Ugh…”

The breath that had been tickling the back of my ear was now blown directly inside—

Emma: “…ngh.”

(….I sounded funny.)

I quickly covered my mouth, but Clavis got carried away and continued to caress my ear with his breath.

Even though he wasn’t touching me with his hands, his persistent breathing made my stomach tingle.

Clavis: “I’ll keep going until you nod, okay?”

Emma: “Okay, okay! I’ll cooperate, please stop!”

Claivs: “Okay, so you agree?”

(I agree.)

Clavis: “Now, I can’t wait. I have to make all the arrangements immediately.”

Clavis’s good-humored laughter echoes around the bathroom.

(It’s going to be tough tomorrow, might as well take it easy…)

(Really, is there no particular reason for that melancholy look you showed in the bookshop?)

When he comes up with an idea, he immediately executes it—that’s how Clavis lives his life.

His speed was astonishing, the next day the painter had already been invited to the mansion.

Cyran: “Wow! Looks like it will turn out quite well.”

Kai: “You’re so beautiful, Emma!”

Emma: “Ah…haha… I’m looking forward to it…”

(…What is this…)

Cyran, Clavis’s aid, and his subordinates Kai and Hugo…

Surrounded the canvas of an artist who was silently painting me looking at a rose, as instructed.

(I’ve never had my portrait painted before, but I’m having a hard time settling in.)

(I wonder if I look weird… Is it okay?)

Hugo: “Clavis, how many copies does this make?”

Clavis: “This is the fifth one. I’ll settle for five pieces for now, but I’m certain there will be more in the future.”

(Uh…)

Cyran: “… Good luck, ma’am. I know what you’re trying to say, but I support you.”

Emma: “Thank you, Cyran.”

Clavis: “By the way, Emma, what do you think of your first portrait?”

Emma: “…This is more embarrassing than I thought.”

Clavis: “Ah, here we go.”

Clavis: “Painter, please preserve my beautiful Emma.”

Painter: “Of course I won’t miss it. Let me take care of that!”

(Uhhh….)

Clavis: “Come on, Emma, it’s time for a good night’s sleep.”

Emma: “Do I really have to say it?”

Clavis smiles brightly in bed as he prepares to make his next dream come true.

Clavis: “Why, aren’t you supposed to make my dreams come true”

Emma: “At least, “your favorite” or…”

Clavis: “That’s all well and good, but I still think we should say “I love you” here.”

Clavis: “I love you, Emma.”

Emma: “----….ngh.”

Unable to bear the destructive power of those sweetly whispered words, I end up covering myself with a blanket.

(What am I hesitating for? It’s a request from Clavis, my fiancé…)

I managed to calm my racing heart, and with my face still hot, I peeked my eyes out.

Emma: “I…love you, too.”

Clavis: “…hm…Haha! Your cuteness really shines through, doesn’t it?”

Clavis: “From now on, I’ll do this every day.”

Emma: “Every day!?”

Clavis: “Yes, it’s how we say goodnight. Every day.”

(Uuuuuhhhhhh…..)

Emma: “—No way,  I didn’t think we would actually come to Jade.”

Clavis is making his dreams come true with great momentum.

Finally, as part of “travelling the world”, we visited Jade, which has a close relationship with the Kingdom of Lelouch.

Of course, it was not an official visit, but a private sightseeing trip.

Clavis: “Didn’t I say it before? A dream is something that comes to mind but must be put into action immediately.”

Clavis: “Look, I’ve bought a Jadean specialty, ‘a versatile iced herbal tea packed with all sorts of benefits.”

Emma: “Thank you. It smells nice.”

I took the cup Clavis handed me, and sat down on a bench on the street.

Drinking the herbal tea in a new place made it especially delicious.

Clavis: “By the way, yours and mine have different tastes.”

Emma: “That’s right!”

Clavis: “Is yours delicious?”

(…Ah, this is--)

“…Would you like a drink?”

When I handed Clavis my cup, his face lit up.

Clavis: “Well then, you should try mine as well.”

(You look so happy.)

Maybe this is the kind of lovey-dovey flirting that Clavis wanted on this trip.

When I put my mouth to the tea I had exchanged, a refreshing taste spreads through my mouth.

(The other one is sweet, but this one has a refreshing taste.)

Clavis also took a sip from his cup, looking satisfied.

(Now all of his dreams have come true.)

(…but, I’m still stuck.)

(Ever since that day…)

I lower the cup to my lap and take a deep breath.

Emma: “Clavis, you said earlier that you should ‘achieve your dreams immediately.’”

Clavis: “Yeah.”

Emma: “So why haven’t you implemented it until now?”

(The portraits , saying “I love you” at night, traveling… Clavis could have made it happen right away.)

Clavis: “I felt like it.”

Emma: “No…. You immediately misled me, right?”

Clavis: “Hmmm… but this herbal tea is pretty good too.”

(Clavis, you are so easy to read.)

Ignoring the conversation doesn’t sit well with me, so I stare at him as if searching for his true intentions,

Eventually, Clavis raised his hands in surrender.

Clavis: “I didn’t think you’d want to know so much…. You really like me, don’t you?”

Emma: “Yes, I like you. That’s why… I want to know everything about you, Clavis.”

Clavis; “…now that’s no good. I’m going to fall on my face.”

Clavis closed his mouth and hid his scowl with his hand.

Perhaps, he’s choosing his words.

Clavis: “I said I was a man who could make dreams come true, but there was one dream that I just couldn’t make come true.”

Clavis: “I’m just still concerned about it.”

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[tusk-rumours]

wendigo helps us to uck

authors note: proper fic because i am not drunk

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summary: wendigo hurts us, the boys are concerned so we fuck

co-wrote with @mxilkyways , thank you so much for this! you’re gonna ask me what i’m doing and it’s called crediting you for your hard work 🥰🥰

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we hunt in the woods

the wendigo gives us big scratch

owie

seqg 5sqon68rn uf

we go bacj to motel, dean cursing as he drifves

the door closes, the boys face us

what the frick?!?! tgqrt whas bit xiii, ma.

i did what i had to do, come lick jp my blood, freak. ok

desan licks our wound with his sexy, active tongue, while sam crouces down, wrapping his arms around our leg, mosnimg.

sammy come up here.

but baby you're injured, i dont want to hurt you, let me make you all better okay?

fuck me.

okay.

dean p0uts you flat on the bed, spread like butter on a quality, fresh slice of white bread. he setlles over you, sam on hus back like a monkey, as they both stare down at yu hungrily.

bite my wound.

they bite like vampires, hungry and needy. as they do this, it summons prince charming from shrek.

im hot, and i have good hair. my lips are cherry flavoured, want to taste?

mmmm yes please dean sighs, leaninfg in. prince charming and dean move to the other bed, makimng passionate love. mmmcherry, CHREERY.

me and asam, alone.

you aere so fucking hot i wanna lick you all over, giving you everything you want, just top me and fuck me already i need you more than i need air to drink. please.

i have been waiting for you to day that, i wanna rail you and hold you and pull yiur hsir and put me uop into yorur lungs, trust me im that big.

i bet u are.

come get this sexy, i say.

wait i gotta make a tweet, get the fuck off me sam.

w-what? no, pay attention to me.

no, my fans need me, i must make a semi-problematic tweet that will have the internet spiralling and half of. it turning against me, please, let me do this, its critical to the development of my career.

baby no, just talk to me.

i cant over the moans of dean and prince charming, they loud af.

lets go somewhere private.

no i wanna join. chaerming, let me top you, and i can pull those luscious locks to a new dimension, fairy godmother dont have to know ok

you are a. beast y/n

let me unravel you like the layers of an onion, my prince. let me shove my dronkey sized strap on up your dragon sized badussy, king.

yes, my maginifcant queen - i will let you penertrate me.

what about me? dean whines as his weaping weanus sits erect against his breasts

yes, you will get attention too dean, now go annally fuck sammy while i tweeet about prince chaerming and i

ok, slay

good boy dean

my tweet: 'i love my prince charming he is so humble, i fuck him like no other, sammy and dean are fducking nedxt to me but i ignore, thus me previal, i look at my golden retriever boyfriend above me, the cherry scent filling my synapses. a medieval meal, please. he says right away ma'am and takes me straight to pound town in a land far, far away.'

10k reblogs in 10 mins. #iconic

ok now u can fuck me. proceed sire.

he insered

his rather large genetalia broke forth my vaginal ducts and penertrated me. i could thus feel every vein and protrusion amgong his beast as he rapidly thrusted into thy vagine. his sire's hips sputter as hsis seed fills my walls, childering swimming in my hole.

i groan

sam - we stop. im having a vision.

what is it

prince mr sexy charming will murder us all!!!

oh no

seize him dean states in that sexy dominant tone of his.

the clothed fly back on our bodies. sam, are you sure?

yes, kill the bastard.

no but his monster cock :(((((

live without it whore

k. '

he dies bc dean strangles him.

man, i wish, i think.

sam reads my mind. i can read minds too, purify yourself you fucking dirty slut.

wait, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

sam pours holy water on me, and i burn.

mm nedcrophilly.

emnd of scene.

[detectivereads]

Delicious in Dungeon vol 4 by Ryoko Kui

5/5

This post is for fan entertainment, I’m not being paid.

To see the Vol 3 post of Delicious in Dungeon Click here

Major Spoilers, if you haven’t watched the anime or read this volume, I would stop reading and go check them out, you have been warned.

The volume starts with Mr. Tansu and his group returning top side, via a magic painting. When I first met Mr. Tansu I didn’t think too much of him. But reading this volume I can tell that he is someone of importance because not only he is a very powerful magic user (he can bring people back from the dead. Freshly dead.) He also goes and see the lord of the island that the dungeon is on. He, at the moment, is one of my least favorite characters, but I respect him for how much he cares for Kiki & Kaka and his wife.

Namari and the twins go to a body recovering place and see if Falin turns up, with no such luck, and they have a meal together.

Back to Laios’s team

Our heroes make it the town castle area of the dungeon. They observe that the dragon has been by the area recently and they have found supplies that the Orcs that have been chased out left behind. Senshi wants to make bread and Laios and the group decide to come up with a plan of attack.

With the group they have, they are underprepared, Laios tells Senshi how they would tackle dragons (smaller versions) with the other ex-party members and Falin.

Last volume and this volume show how great Falin was with the defensive stuff while Marcille did offensive stuff.

The fight with the dragon was epic, everyone is fighting tooth and nail to slay the beast and get Falin, and there are some dicey moments in the fight and Senshi is awesome in the fight.

Chilchuck finds out that Laios had a monster sword and was not happy with the Laios hiding this from the group.

Spoilers

But, after a long grueling fight they fell the dragon, but it was too late for Falin, she was digested by the dragon. However, Marcille offers a way to bring Falin back.

Marcille has been studying ancient forbidden magic, which unnerves Chilchuck and Senshi who tell her not to do it. Marcille looks at Laios and asks what she should do. Laios wants his sister back and tells her to do it.

Using the dragon flesh and finding Falin bones Marcille makes a rune circle and starts chanting.

The how ritual is very draining on Marcille, and she passes out from the drain on her mana, but Falin is back.

After the group spends some time relaxing and recovering and almost getting blown up the group is treated to a delicious meal cooked by Senshi, they all turn in for the night.

But at the sight of the dragon we see a lone elf figure, the elf from the chapter with the magic paintings.

Now my final thoughts on this volume.

I loved it honestly the fight with the dragon was epic and I was so happy that Laios and Marcille got Falin back.

Now before this volume I just thought that Marcille and Falin were like best friends from magic school. But after reading this volume there is something there between Falin and Marcille, I am not sure if I am reading into wrong or the billions of pieces of fan art of the two of them together has anything to do with it.

I look forward to the next volume.

[bohemian-nights]

I'm a not a huge fan of Daemon, for me the only cool things about him are his sword and dragon. A few days ago I tried to read some Daemon x reader fanfics just to see how it is and you know, maybe there is something about him that isn't...messed up. But It was exactly what I thought for the most part. It was mostly just D**myra x reader oneshots or Daemon x niece! reader fics. But I wasn't at all prepared for romantic Daemon x daughter!reader stuff and....that was just beyond weird. I can't describe it. I can't fathom how anyone can write such a thing even if it's fictional. There was also a romantic Daemyra x daughter! reader fic....this fandom is getting worse every day. The fact that it was smut just made me completely lose any interest in his character.

The state of Daemon’s fics is not that great. I had to start creating my own because they by in large just weren’t inclusive🙃(even the ones that aren’t incest, and there is still a way to make incest inclusive, have a white reader in mind, but that’s the case with most fandoms).

That being said, I may rag on this man, and I do love to read other people raging on him, but I do genuinely love Daemon Targaryen(he’s the whole reason I started writing fanfiction), I have written Daemon x niece!reader fanfic, and I’m about to start writing Daemon with one(or both) of his daughters…

As a self-proclaimed Daemon stan, he’s the type of character who you either love or you hate.

He is admittedly a psycho(well his show! counterpart has been shown in not the best light and that’s what most of these fics are based on), but he’s got charisma. He’s charming. He has this dark aura about him and there is something so alluring about that darkness.

I mean think of all the other fictional bad boys that have a large fanbase or massive appeal because of their dark and brooding ways. In recent years you’ve got Draco Malfoy, Prince Zuko, Edward Cullen, The Darkling, Namor, Massimo from 365 Days, and Kylo Ren(and now Daemon and Aemond). Go even further back and you have characters like Mr. Rochester from Jane Eyre and the Beast from Beauty and the Beast.

These guys are not “good guys” by any stretch of the imagination. Most of them are terrible people(or at least unpleasant) who in real life you should probably avoid. However, their darkness is appealing, and at the center of most of these stories is a woman who has captured this beastly man’s attention and love(and has changed him in a way).

Now as far as his “fanbase”(they are by and large Dumbnyra stans which is why I stay on my island 🏝️ now) leaning into the whole incest /blood supremacy theme, yeah a lot of it is low-key creepy. I may be hypocritical saying it, but the way they do it doesn’t seem normal especially when you take into account how they treat certain characters like Nettles(who is the one who changes him in canon, but they dislike her and want to acknowledge her importance to him due to her not looking like them😙).

I’ll leave it off by saying if you dislike Daemon most of his fics aren’t going to make you like him because of the nature of the content. No one is trying to show him in a good light. His appeal is in the fact that he’s this powerful temperamental brute of a man that their chosen self-insert (s) “tames”🤷🏽‍♀️

[kevinwikse]

Mr. Beast? Who? Just another YouTuber Twat, the Digitally Mind-Raped Gen-Z can't seem to suck up to hard enough.

There’s a certain poetic justice, a sweet, intoxicating schadenfreude, that comes with watching the glittering facade of a Gen-Z idol crumble under the weight of their own hypocrisy. These so-called "heroes," birthed from the shallow womb of social media, are nothing more than cardboard cutouts, propped up by the delusions of a generation that mistakes followers for value and viral content for substance. The most recent victim to the altar of transparency? Some YouTube influencer—Mr. Beast, they call him. A name that screams "red flag" louder than a politician’s promise, and yet, they worship him like he’s the second coming of Christ in high-definition.

Gen-Z loves their heroes because they’re accessible, relatable, and most importantly, they give away free shit. “Hey Kevin, do you like Mr. Beast?” they ask with wide-eyed naivety, as if the approval of someone like me—a man who has long since lost faith in the false prophets of the digital age—would validate their shallow obsession. I look at them, these misguided souls, and feel nothing but a cold, dark satisfaction as I tear down their idol.

"Who?" I reply, because the name means nothing to me, as it should to anyone with a shred of self-respect. They scramble to explain, to educate the old man about this new age messiah who supposedly gives money to people, as if that’s some sort of divine act. I laugh—a bitter, contemptuous sound. "Socialism gives money to people, too," I remind them, "but that doesn’t make it any less of a piss-poor ideology for idiots who can’t fend for themselves."

Their eyes narrow, their faces flush with the righteous anger only the young can muster. "Mr. Beast is awesome and funny!" they retort, as if humor and charisma could disguise the fact that YouTubers are nothing more than walking billboards, shilling for clicks and cash, devoid of any real talent or worth. “And that name,” I add, “sounds like something a pedophile would use as his online handle.”

They hurl insults—jealous, bitter old man, they call me. Jealous? Maybe. But not of their hero, no. I’m jealous of the simplicity of their ignorance, the bliss that comes with not knowing just how deep the rot goes.

And then, months later, the reckoning comes. The news breaks, the hero falls, and the same kids who once sang his praises are now scrambling to distance themselves from the wreckage. Mr. Beast, it turns out, is exactly what I said he was: a walking dumpster fire of biomedical waste, a creature of the night whose deeds are far darker than the pristine image he peddled to his adoring fans.

“Uh oh,” I hear them say, their voices now tinged with the realization that their idol was nothing more than a mirage, a reflection of their own desperate need for meaning in a world that offers none. “Who knew?”

Who knew? I did. Because I’ve seen it all before. The rise and fall of false gods is nothing new—just another cycle in the endless march of time. But this? Watching them suffer the sting of disillusionment, seeing the heartbreak and devastation etched across their faces? That’s the real reward. That’s what warms the icy void where my heart used to be.

So, Gen-Z, go ahead and worship your heroes. Place them on pedestals and shower them with praise. But remember this: the higher you lift them, the farther they have to fall. And when they do, I’ll be there, watching with a grin, knowing that in the end, your heroes are just as worthless as the platforms that birthed them.

-Kevin Wikse

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Wow that as fast lol love the answers!

1: is there any modern comics that is canon in your universe? Like the recent action comics with the blue earth moment? Can see Chris having a problem with them for not being from earth.

2: would chris be the last Zod alive in your universe? Or would he be able to extend the bloodline with thara? Orrrr for drama/sadness, he ends up sacrificing himself to save his “real” family the Els.

3: don’t know if I ask this earlier, (except the duo didn’t exist question) what would it take to retire the duo?

4: maybe a nsfw question, skip it if it is, was there a plan to ship them together like a couple? Like how some ppl ship the super-sons together?

5: in their phones, what’s their family/friends contact names? Like just regular mom or mama Lois 👩🏻 for Chris

6: when taking a picture/selfie what silly face would they do?

1) Well as of recently because of the positive buzz about Beast World I got from a mutual or two, I might incorporate that with Chris and Jake no doubt being caught up trying to prevent Garro spores from entering into people in Bludhaven let alone themselves. Mar’i and Jake I can definitely see being wowed when Kory freed their Dad via luring the spore out but then crushing it with her teeth, preventing her from transforming while Dick was cured. I can definitely see Chris and Jake being there for their friend Jasper as not only is there the obvious with his Dad but also he’ll need their aid in preventing his mother Rae from being possessed by her dark self.

I haven’t been able to check out what’s going on in Action Comics so far (mainly I’ll pick it back up once Jon is restored to his proper age but I digress) but from what I can look up, the Blue Earth Movement are most definitely gonna be adapted as regular adversies for both Chris’ family and Jake’s too given their whole Human Supremacy shtick. Especially since in my own canon, Bludhaven has a sizable population of Tamaranean immigrants

2) In the future of this world…I can see Chris and Thara finally being wedded together and having a child or two together so neither Dru nor Chris would be the last of the House of Zod biologically speaking.

Though Chris might be identify as a Zod by birthright, he still proudly accepts his adoption into the House of El by Clark and Lois

3) I can only see them permanently retire once in their older ages when maybe their powers are beginning to dampen, they leave behind successors they trained for the ways of super hero work if they feel like stepping up, and the have fulfilling lives with their respective true loves

As for temporary retirements like you’d see if they’re kids and the like, likely if an internally traumatic and painful event in their lives happens with their inability to stop it or even moreso if it’s their fault somehow. Of course these retirements only last so long before the call of duty comes for them in form or another and don their costumes once again.

4) Oh No NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

No

I have seen how naughty (and in my complete honesty Perverted) fan artists and writers take that sort of ship and it makes me queasy, especially if they don’t even have the tact or foresight to age up the characters involved.

So yeah, no way I’m ever shipping Chris and Jake romantically. At the very most platonically as very close best friends but that’s the line I’m gonna have to draw

I don’t wanna invite those certain people to my little silly stupid fanon thingy, thank you very much.

Now…NOW if someone does ship them romantically in an age appropriate, family friendly, childhood crush with completely averting any to all intensely naughty and lewd acts, then I can respect them. Just not it for me personally

5) Chris;

Mom Lois

Dad Clark

Big Bro Kon

Lil Bro Jonno

Auntie Kara

Cousin Kenan

Jakey Best Buddy

Mar’i Big Sis of Best Buddy

Mrs Kory

Mr Grayson

Tim Best Robin

Cass Best Batgirl

Mr Bruce Wayne

Jake;

Momma

Daddy

Big Sis

Uncle Timmy Best Uncle and Best Robin

Uncle Jay

Auntie Cass

Grandpa Bruce

Chris Best Buddy

Jonno Lil Bro of Best Buddy

Konner

Mr Clark

Mrs Lois

Uncle Gar

Auntie Rae

Jasper , 2nd Best Buddy

Uncle Vic

Uncle Roy

Uncle Wally

Irey Sis of Jai-Jai

Jai-Jai

Auntie Donna Best Auntie

6) Hmmmm Maybe Either Goggly Eyes with their mouths wide open all crazily OR the Grumpy Cat look

Your asks are always appreciated here @pin-crusher2000

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my spiciest and most controversial naruto opinion is that i dont think jinchuuriki  were even a thing until shippuden.

like, for starters: nine-tailed foxes are like. thats just a thing? that dates back to the actual real life warring states period, 2400 years ago. If the series never had the other 8, it would not have been even slightly notable.

secondly, we have gaara. Yes, I will argue that gaara pre-dates jinchuuriki, despite being the second example of such. Here’s the initial reveal:

I’m pretty sure the official explanation for this is either “oh, suna forgot the rest of the tailed beasts were a thing and they conflated the ichibi with one of the previous jinchuuriki,” or, more charitably, “they just lied to him about what shukaku was”

This is whats known as “blatant retconning”. At this point, Shukaku wasn’t a “tailed beast” because the “tailed beasts™” didn’t exist. The reason for him only having one tail wasn’t because he was the weakest, it was because "more tails = older & stronger” is specifically a fox thing. They don’t even mention its tail. It’s irrelevant. He’s just another equally powerful demon. There is no relation between Shukaku and Kurama aside from circumstance. Naruto and Gaara’s relationship is not written as “fellow jinchuuriki,” it’s “this world sucks because children being turned into living weapons who are then reviled is depressingly commonplace.”

Like, yes, they establish later (way later. its chapter 648 out of 700) that suna got hold of shukaku well before hashirama went around stuffing them into jars at the end of the first war, and thats why people forgot it’s origin, but given hiruzen fought in the first war, that means that the majority of them were running around free less than a century ago. Even in a world run by ninja-enforced secrecy, cultural memory doesn’t fade that fast. 

People also routinely point out the fact that Naruto’s treatment at the beginning of the series makes no goddamn sense when other jinchuuriki are a thing. The tailed beasts cannot fucking die, killing the host just makes them pop up again a couple years later. 

In an attempt to try and hammer some semblance of consistency onto canon, fans have latched onto the idea that it was only the civilians/civilian-raised ninja who were especially shitty to naruto. Which is nice and all, but, uh.

Hi Mr. Akimichi, you sure are a blatant example of a clan ninja huh

My final example is that kishimoto has repeatedly gone on record and said things that make it clear he’s flying by the seat of his pants: 

Chuunin exams were a thing because Shonen Jump editors wanted a tournament arc, and thought the original plan of introducing the other teams over time was too slow

Orochimaru showed up because the editors wanted an overarching villain

Sasuke left because he had no idea what to do with him plot-wise

Boruto doesnt have the byakugan because kishimoto forgot about neji’s backstory and the justification for the caged-bird-seal

Ninja shoes are like that because he likes drawing toes 

(bonus example: kaguya. just. everything about kaguya.)

Anyways. I like the other tailed beasts. I think they’re neat. They are free goddamn real estate for anyone making naruto fanfiction because they’re cool. But they were 100% a retcon when kishimoto realized he needed something for the akatsuki to do.

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https://www.tumblr.com/turnerssyndrometomboy/715114628213047296/not-a-particular-fan-of-mrbeast-by-any-means

Right here you said people were being mean to Chris for just existing

Because I didn’t realise who that person was lmao??? I didn’t know they’d posted that tweet??? I don’t follow them lmao. I’m not a fan of them or Mr Beast.

I literally said as far as I knew, they hadn’t done anything wrong. Next time, try being normal about it and come to me calmly and explain what they did? And I’d stand corrected and take down the post? How difficult is that?

I also think you lot are making the issue their trans identity rather than the way they behaved, which says way more about you than it does me.

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Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 34: Panic of Feline

 Xavier left the Shack a few minutes after meeting his older brother, Teeth. He huffs as he drives back to his hotel. The ginger haired male rubbed his goatee to try calming himself down. Xavier wishes for his wife, Ruby to be here and tell him that things are fine. 

“Am I….being harsh on him?” he asked himself. The ginger haired male quickly shakes his head. 

“No! I’m not. He deserves it!” Xavier said to himself as he pulled into the hotel parking lot. 

Back at the shack and in the basement, the Mayhem were checking their phones out. “Hey” said Dr. Teeth to his bandmates. 

“Talk about a revelation of momentous proportions” he added with a smile. 

“We twittered once, and now the world’s twittering back.” said the doc. The band agrees. 

“The instant gratification is a hit of sheer dopamine surging through my cranium. I am sold” replied Floyd. Lips mumbles. 

“Don’t be,” said Moog as he walked over to the band with a worried look on his face as he held a sleeping Annie in his arms. 

“The Mayhem doesn’t tweet their fans online,” he added. 

“You meet your fans in real life and befriend them,” said the black haired male. 

“And tell them the very intimate details of your personal life,” he added. 

“But, like, now, we’re socially connecting with, like, way more people” replied Janice. 

“It’s like a virtual Woodstock,” she added. 

“Yep, except maybe this time we remember it” replied Floyd Pepper with a laugh. The whole back starts to laugh with the red haired male. 

“Wow. For sure” replied the blonde female. 

“Ooh! Lookie here” said the good doctor as he showed Floyd his phone. 

“Miss Taylor Swift and that Justin Bieber kid just followed us,” he added. 

“Oh, Beyonce and Gaga just tweeted, Whaddup?” replied the red haired male. 

“And Jack Harlow just, like, slid into my DMs” replied Jancie. 

“Don’t know what that means,” replied Floyd Pepper. 

“You know, It’d be most disrespectful not to respond to them all” said Dr. Teeth. 

“Agreed” replied Floyd. The trumpet player and saxophonist both nod their heads. 

“How’s about something like” he started to say before typing. 

“To our fellow music makers, you’re all absotively tremendulous.” The doc type. 

“Right on” said the red haired male. 

“You are all truly talenticious, with stupendorous fans” the good doctor added. 

“Love it” said Floyd Pepper. 

“And send” said the ginger haired male. He sent the tweet. 

Hours later, they were all in Penny’s office. She had her computer turn to the group. It shows Teeth’s tweet. It said “ To our fellow music makers. You’re absolutely terrible. You are all truly talentless with stupid fans.” 

The tweet wasn’t what Dr. Teeth wanted to write. “This is your idea of good publicity?” asked Mrs. Waxman with a scowl on her face. 

“Now, to be clear, the phone tarnishified my beauteous words for some strangestical reason” replied the doc. 

“It’s because your words aren’t actual words” replied Nora. 

“The what?” asked Lips. 

“Yeah, they were autocorrected,” replied Moog. 

“Who is this smart guy and why is he talking to me?” asked the pink haired female, her voice tone sound upset. 

“Now, I’m even more aggravated” she added as she added hot sauce to her sandwich. 

“Don’t be, okay? I will figure out a way to fix this” replied Label Lady. 

“Yeah, while you’re at it, I’m out of Satan’s Blow Out sauce. So you can fix that too” replied Penny Waxman. 

“The hotter, the better,” she added. The good doctor shake his head and let out a “Phew” 

On the way back to the Shack, Nora is upset with the tweet. “This is craziness” said Moog. 

“With one tweet. You started beef with all of music” he added. 

“No beef, please. My vegan belly rejects all bovine” replied Janice. 

“Yeah, we don’t beef with nobody” replied Floyd. 

“Well, except that one band from River Bottom,” he added. 

“Yeah, they were a nightmare” replied Teeth. 

“So, when do I get my photos?” asked Zoot as he turned to Label Lady. 

“Okay, one thing at a time. Okay? First, damage control” said the black haired female. 

“I’m sure JJ’s got a way to fix this whole mess,” she added. 

As they drive through town, suddenly a purple vehicle brakes in front of them. “Hey, now!” said the doc. A green car and a reddish orange jeep pulled up on each side of the van. People in the vehicles can be heard yelling at the mayhem, angrily. A yellow car with black stripes on the hood of it pulled up behind the van. 

The van was square in. Nowhere to run, no exit for them. 

“What’s happening?” asked Nora in a panic tone. 

“Trouble,” replied Moog with wide eyes. The people start to exit their cars. 

Out of the red jeep were a bunch of girls. “Are those Taylor Swift fans?” asked Label Lady. 

“And our vengeance shall be swift” said the leader of the group. 

Dr. Teeth start to stammering and look very panicked. “Why are they doing that?” he asked. The ginger haired male could feel his heart beating faster. His body felt the signs of danger. His pupils quickly change to those of felines. 

“Okay, teeth. Get us out of here!” said Nora in a panic tone of voice. 

“Behind us!” said Janice. The doors to the yellow car opens and a group of women in black leather outfits exit it. 

“You come for our queen, Beyonce. You’re gonna get stung” said the leader of the Beyonce fans. 

“Oh man, we got the BeyHive in the back and the Beliebers in the front, y’all” said Moog in a fear filled tone. 

Out of the purple car, the Beliebers exit it. “You better belieb it’s go time, '' said the leader with her arms crossed. 

“Seems we’ve been emboxified in” said the good doctor. Floyd looked at Teeth and noticed the doc’s eyes were slowly getting more yellow. This isn't  good. They need to leave or otherwise, a oversized feline looking beast be rampaging through town. 

“Oh, my Gaga! It’s the Little Monsters!” said the black haired male. Out of the green car, the group of the fans exit. 

“Mayhem, come out to play,” said the leader in a creepy tone of voice. The mayhem starts to panic. 

“It’s too late now to say sorry!” said the leader of the Beliebers as they all started to attack the van. The groups all try to get into the van or destroy it. 

“What do they want from us?” asked Nora in a fear filled tone. 

“Vengeance” replied Moog. “Look, as a superfan myself, I know how it works,” he added. 

“You cold diss their leader, you cold diss them all” said the black haired male. 

“But how do they even know where to find us?” asked Jancie in a panic tone. 

“It’s the phones, man! I told you they track us!” replied Floyd as he turned to Janice for a second. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Teeth’s face was…changing with each quick breath. 

“Yeah. It’s okay. Just everybody calm down!” said Label Lady in a panic tone. 

Suddenly hands come through the window on top of the van’s roof and grab Lips. The trumpet player starts to panic as he tries to get out of the grips of the hands. The blonde male was pulled out from the window. 

“They got Lips!” said Janice. 

“Bring him back!” yelled Moog. 

Teeth’s breathing was getting heavy. Sounds of clothes ripping filled the van. A wave of fear wash over everyone. The doc’s face was a mix of his face and his wereform face. His hair was slowly melting into his skin to form fur. The nails on his fingers had turned into claws. 

Zoot quickly grabbed some spare chain they have for Animal and crawled to the front. He quickly ties the chain around Teeth’s neck which the good doctor didn’t even notice. The dark blue haired male knows what will happen next. 

Suddenly the passenger door to the van was ripped off. “They got the door!” yelled Dr. Teeth, his voice was deep and sounded like it is in panic. 

“Oh my God!” yelled the mayhem fan as fear filled his body. The group of fans grabbed Floyd Pepper. 

“Oh no! They got me!” yelled the red haired male in fear. The band screams in fear. As the fans try to get the other members. 

Something suddenly busted through the roof of the van and the sound of the purple car being thrown on its side filled the air. The fans that were attacking quickly looked but it was gone. They continue to attack the van while the rest of the band try to fight them off. 

The thing that busted through the van was…Dr. Teeth in his wereblood form. The beast was running like a cheetah through the town and onto the big road. Zoot was holding for dear life on the back of the doc. He had a death grip on the chain and on the back of the feline. The saxophonist tried to move Teeth to run to the Shack. 

It wasn’t working. Zoot sat up like he was riding a horse. He looked at the sides of Teeth and gulped. “I’m sorry, love but I have to” the dark blue haired male said before using the heels of his dress shoes to kick the sides of Teeth. Hitting the feline on his stomach. 

The pupils of the beast grow small as it changes directions to the Shack. Zoot used the chain to lead the feline. 

Teeth was panting as he ran on all fours. The white vest he was wearing had been ripped in half and flew off his moving body. His rainbow color shirt with designs all over it was hanging on his huge body for dear life like Zoot. The beast’s claws hit the concrete roads as he speeds past cars and bikes. There were some tears in his eyes as he ran like the wind. 

The pants that the doc was wearing was ripped but still on him, same with his black boxers. The shoes were destroyed and left in the van. 

The saxophonist holds on and keeps the feline on the track to the Shack. The feline kept running and jumping over things as they got closer to the Shack.